The new fashion is sure to spread. For example, any morning we are liable to find this:—
Would the lady (?) in the purple toque note that, though it may be the thing in her home to disregard the feelings of others, the abstraction of someone else's chair at a White Sale at Blankridge's is not the thing.
And again:—
The female with a red parasol, who thought it her duty to struggle like a wild-cat for a place on a No. 11 bus, opposite the Stores, on Friday afternoon last at a quarter to three, may be interested in learning that the service is not run solely for her.
And a more intimate note still may be struck. Something like this may be looked for:—
Will Lydia Lopokova take pity on an unhappy and neglected wife, whose husband has stated that he would resume dining at home only on condition that the table was laid as it is laid in The Good-Humoured Ladies?
BEFORE.
Before I was a little girl I was a little bird,
I could not laugh, I could not dance, I could not speak a word;